Chapter 47 Tearing Off the Mask (Part 4)
Xia Beibei stood up by holding the table, staring at Chu Yang without blinking. Chu Yang stared at her with a gentle smile on his lips. He neither admitted nor denied it, but just looked at her with some pity.
"My identity is not important, Xia Ying. If I tell you that if you continue to investigate what happened 20 years ago, you will definitely regret it after you take revenge, then, will you still take revenge?"
Xia Beibei fell on the stool, patted her forehead and muttered to herself, "It's this question again, it's this question again, why do you and Mo Tan say exactly the same thing, I just want to know the truth, why do you regret it?"
Cold sweat had already begun to appear on her forehead. She didn't want to hear these words again. She didn't want to force herself to think deeply about the reason for this problem because she was afraid. She was afraid of giving up the motivation to live all these years. She was able to hold on back then because she wanted to know the truth.
When Chu Yang heard her words, his eyes suddenly brightened. He leaned over and pinched her chin, and asked anxiously: "What Mo Tan said? Have you met Mo Tan? What else did he say?"
Xia Beibei looked at the light in his eyes, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind. After a while, she spoke: "Yes, I saw him on the night he died. He knew that Wang Dian had betrayed him, and he said a lot of strange things."
"Wang Dian?"
Chu Yang's eyes widened instantly, and he exerted force with his fingers. Xia Beibei felt that her chin was about to be crushed by him. However, Chu Yang's reaction was completely beyond her expectations. She didn't bother to knock his hand away, and she quickly said:
"Yes, Wang Dian betrayed him. I heard that it was Wang Dian who betrayed him. His words were very strange. He asked whether people would turn into stars in the sky after they died. He also said that a fortune teller told him that he would have a disaster this year. If he wanted to resolve it, the price he would pay would be very painful. It seemed like he knew he was going to die a long time ago."
Chu Yang's hands began to tremble, and he murmured, "Suicide?"
Xia Beibei was stunned when he heard this, so he really didn't know who the murderer was? Without time to think about it, she shook her head and said:
"No, although there were no traces at the scene, there was a pair of slippers on the shoe rack at the door, with fresh blood on them. The team did a benzidine test and confirmed that it was human blood. The DNA laboratory did a comparison and found that this drop of blood was not from Mo Tan or Gao Bochuan, so there must have been a third person that night, and the murderer might have been injured as well."
"There was no sign of struggle on Mo Tan's body. He died peacefully, which means he knew the murderer. Perhaps, after Gao Bochuan fell unconscious, the murderer came in and Mo Tan chatted with the murderer. Chu Yang, tell me who you suspect. I can help you catch him."
Chu Yang stared at her and said subconsciously: "I..."
Bang!
Xia Beibei was so anxious that her leg hit the stool next to her and her cell phone fell to the ground. She had just cursed in her heart when the turbidity in Chu Yang's eyes disappeared.
Chu Yang tilted his head and smiled, released her chin, and reached out to pat her face.
"I almost got tricked by you, Xia Ying. You were too anxious. If it was Gao Bochuan just now, I might have confessed everything."
After saying that, he raised the arm holding the gun again, took a step back, and slowly pointed the gun at her, smiling meaningfully.
"He touched my people, so I'll kill him too. It shouldn't be too much to ask for reciprocity."
Xia Beibei didn't understand the meaning of these words. Her eyes were fixed on his fingers. She could feel that Chu Yang was not joking. At this moment, he really wanted to kill her.
The door of the noodle shop was kicked open from the outside. Zhou Xun came and saw Chu Yang holding a gun. He took a few big steps forward and punched Chu Yang in the face.
Chu Yang fought back but did not use the gun. He threw the gun on the table next to him, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned around and started fighting with Zhou Xun.
The two men fought particularly fiercely, using all their strength in every punch and palm strike, as if they wanted to beat each other to death.
Xia Beibei did not go over to help. Her eyes fell on Chu Yang's exquisite and unique pistol. She walked over, took the gun in her hand, and stared at it, as if in a trance.
The fight finally ended. Chu Yang was more seriously injured than Zhou Xun. He sat on the ground in a mess, with his back against the table, one knee bent, and breathing tiredly.
Zhou Xun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, walked over and pressed Xia Beibei's shoulders, looked her up and down, and saw the obvious pinch marks and bruises on her neck, his eyes instantly turned red.
"Chu Yang, just wait for me!"
He pointed at Chu Yang and cursed, then took Xia Beibei's hand and walked out. The pistol fell to the ground and hit Chu Yang.
Chu Yang picked up the gun and looked up at Xia Beibei. Xia Beibei happened to look back at him, and their eyes met. Chu Yang suddenly shook the pistol in his hand at her and laughed meaningfully.
Zhou Xun stuffed Xia Beibei into the passenger seat, silently fastened her seat belt, and drove away from the noodle shop with his foot on the accelerator. Along the way, neither of them spoke.
The car stopped at an apartment in the city. Xia Beibei had been here many times. This was Zhou Xun's residence. He moved out of his home after graduating from college and has been living here alone ever since.
Zhou Xun took the medicine box from the drawer under the TV cabinet, led Xia Bei to the sofa and wanted to apply medicine on her neck, but Xia Beibei refused.
"I'm fine, I'll be fine in a moment"
Zhou Xun looked at her for a while, but didn't insist. He looked down at his dirty clothes, reached out and touched her head, "I'm going to change my clothes. There are fruits and drinks you like in the refrigerator. Go get them yourself."
When he left, he took the medicine box on the coffee table. Xia Beibei stood there for a while, then went to Zhou Xun's bedroom. The door was closed, so she opened it and walked in.
"Zhou Xun, I have something to ask..."
She stopped talking and stared at Zhou Xun with her eyes wide open. He was facing away from her with his upper body naked. He reached out his hand with difficulty to apply medicine to the bruise on his back. It should be the injury he got from the fight with Chu Yang just now.
What shocked Xia Beibei was not these. She covered her mouth tremblingly, and her eyes turned red instantly. In addition to the clearly visible bruises on his back, what was even more shocking were the whip marks that had already formed scars. The hideous and curved whip marks were all over his back, without a single piece of good skin.
When Zhou Xun heard the sound, he reflexively picked up his clothes and put them on. The more anxious he was, the more panicked he became. In the end, he just wrapped the quilt around himself. He didn't turn around, but just yelled in a near-collapse.
"Beibei, get out first!"
In Xia Beibei's memory, this was the first time that Zhou Xun looked flustered and at a loss. He squatted on the ground, as if he was afraid that she would see him. Only the back of his head could be seen through the bed.
Xia Beibei walked over slowly and stopped in front of him. He pulled the quilt over his head and trembled. "Beibei, you...you go out first, please."
His muffled pleading could be heard from under the quilt. Xia Beibei was stunned for a few seconds, then pulled the quilt open with force. Zhou Xun was caught off guard and was thrown directly onto the bed by Xia Beibei. She held his shoulders and he could not move.
The scene in front of him made Xia Beibei gasp. No wonder his first reaction was not to turn around. The skin on his chest was not much better than his back. In addition to the whip marks, there were also traces of scratches from sharp weapons.
"Who... who... who hit him?"
Xia Beibei's eyes were red, her tone was fierce, but her voice was trembling. Zhou Xun avoided her gaze, and after calming down, he reached out to push her away, smiling indifferently.
"How would I know? I've fought at least a thousand times since I was a kid. Who knows when I got the scar?"
Xia Beibei climbed down from him, grabbed his wrist and pulled it down, "Do you think I'm blind? The wounds are all the same size, obviously caused by the same weapon, the scars are different in age, and you've obviously been beaten all the time, and you're still lying? I'm taking you to get your injuries checked now."
As she spoke, tears fell down her face. When she couldn't hold them back anymore, she kicked him as if to vent her anger. Her tears kept falling until she finally cried out loud.
"Get up, get up quickly"
She cried harder and harder. Zhou Xun suddenly pulled her onto the bed, hugged her sideways, buried his head in her neck, and covered her eyes with his hands.
"Beibei, please don't ask."
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